Chapter 10 (1/1)

Seungri’s chin wobbled, he thought he’d heard it wrongly—but the truth and sincerity in the other’s eyes were definitely unmistakable. He blinked desperately at the tears forming quickly in his depths. “I love you Seungri.” It was louder and firmer this time, and the younger man couldn’t hold it in anymore. His body trembled, his hands clenched tight in a fist, and he couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from the other as their gazes locked.Jiyong put a finger to the younger man’s chin, tilting it upwards and leaned down to kiss the area where the tears touched Seungri’s cheeks. He found himself smiling—relieved at last that he finally wasn’t denying himself anymore. “Shh…” The elder bent lower at the waist and pressed his lips fully onto Seungri’s— cupping his face gently and carefully in his palms as if he was the most fragile being he’d ever found. The younger man sighed when he was enveloped in strong arms, legs coming automatically to wrap around the other’s waist. He couldn’t see but he had a rough idea where the elder was bringing him. He laid his head onto Jiyong’s shoulder as the other walked. He nuzzled the other’s neck and took in a deep breath. Seungri smiled at the familiar scent, so warm and cosy, it makes one want to snuggle in it. His back touched soft mattress and he relaxed his hold on Jiyong. The taller man said nothing, just looked down deeply into his eyes and laid there, in between his legs. His eyes fluttered close when a hand lifted and trailed its fingers from his forehead down to his lips. “So beautiful…” Seungri blushed at the remark from the other man. It was silence again that hung in the air, but it wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward. It’s that little peace which Seungri was coming to love, settling comfortably around them. He closed his eyes again as soft lips met his. “Nh…” He moaned when a tongue licked at the seam of his lips. It was erotic, the way tongue and tongue rubbed together, the taste of the elder was intoxicating—Seungri found himself sucked into another realm. He didn’t know when his clothes were removed until he cried out when hot wet suction claimed his nipple. “Hng—“ He fisted his hand in Jiyong’s hair as he clutched his head tighter to him.Jiyong moved higher and placed his mouth near the neck. He blew softly and smirked when goose pimples broke out. “Always the sensitive one…” He proved his point when a cry escaped Seungri when he sucked on his pulse. He nibbled on the skin there and traced his tongue up and down the column of the neck to further tease the other’s sensitivity before sucking on the same spot again— harder. “Ah—“ Seungri’s legs came around then to lock the other’s waist to him. His arms hugged around Jiyong’s neck as the other sucked on his skin. The younger man knew what intention the other had and he gloried in the feel of it.“Mine.” Jiyong declared against his ear after he released the suction on the younger man’s neck. He looked down proudly at his work and a half-lidded eyed Seungri. He thumbed the red mark on the skin, and leaned down to the man again. He gave a little peck on the lips before biting down on the fuller lower one. He smiled wickedly—and thrust a finger deep into the other’s ass. “Aah!” Seungri arched his back at the sudden invasion in his tight hole. “Ji—“ He panted when the finger started thrusting in and out of him at a set pace. “You’re sucking me in.” Jiyong added another finger, scissoring and thrusting a few more times before inserting the third one in. “Hahh—“ Seungri gripped tightly onto the other’s shoulders as pleasure blinded him. He thrust his hips in rhythm to the fingers moving in him. “Is this okay?” The younger man snapped his eyes open at the abrupt question. He rolled his eyes and moaned when another finger joined the rest. “Y—yes… Ah—“ “You just recovered. I don’t want to hurt you…” Jiyong slid his tongue along the underside of the other’s erection. The bittersweet taste of the fluid dribbling down the cock filled his senses and the elder felt like a drug addict craving for more. Seungri arched and hardened further at the light touch. “You w—won’t hurt me.” He moaned and clenched his hands into tight fists in the silky sheets under him as light suction claimed the thick head of his erection.Jiyong paused briefly, just ever so briefly, as he found much more meaning behind those words. He removed his fingers entirely from the tight ass, wrenching a cry of protest from the other. “What makes you think so?” He smeared the glimmering fluid on his hand onto the other’s lips—feeling satisfied when a tongue came out immediately to lick away the musky concoction. “Hm?” Jiyong leaned down close and claimed Seungri’s lips. His hands roved over the younger man’s body, touching, caressing, memorising every little bumps and dents of the bony structure and the softness of the delicate creamy skin. “—because you never did…” Seungri gasped out when a hand gripped his cock. “… You never will.” He made a surprised sound when he was suddenly lifted and put on all fours. “Jiyong! What are you— Ugh—“ Jiyong licked tentatively, once, at the puckered entrance—unsure at first because he never had explored this part of Seungri. But when he did, he found his essence even more addicting than the taste of his cum. He grew bolder and began lapping at the pink wrinkled hole, more determined, and smiling when he heard a groan. Urged by Seungri’s desperate moans, Jiyong began massaging the entrance with his tongue. He wiggled into the tight space, and groaned at the flavour that gushed up into his brain and invaded his senses. He began moving his tongue in and out mimicking a certain activity he had in mind. Seungri screamed. “Jiyong!” It came out on a choked sob. He gripped the sheets under him and pushed back onto the tongue, meeting thrust for thrust. Jiyong was forming incoherent sounds behind him and Seungri has trouble catching his breath. He cried out at the loss when Jiyong removed his tongue, but became a trembling mess again as Jiyong massaged the twin round globes and spread them wider. He leaned down to slide his tongue from the twitching hole to the base of Seungri’s erection. The caress brought about a muffled whimper from the younger man. Jiyong nuzzled his balls before sucking a small globe into his mouth. “Oh god Jiyong!” Seungri arched his back and buried his face in the sheets as he sobbed. He shut his eyes and gritted his teeth as he fought for consciousness. He was so lost in pleasure he feared he might pass out. His cock throbbed with fullness and threatened to spill, precum leaking like a faucet. There was a chuckle and hands spread him impossibly wider. Jiyong thrust his tongue in again, this time round adding a finger. “Mmm…” The younger man bit his lip as pleasure vibrated through his body—he trembled and tried desperately to keep his body angled up. More. Seungri wanted more, but he doesn’t know what. “M—more, ah—Ji—“ Seungri gasped when another finger joined in the play. His knees wobbled and slid further apart when the fingers massaging the tight channel began curling in. A sensitive spot was hit bull’s eye. “Fuuuuuu—“ He breathed, and mentally forced his tongue to work. “I—I can’t take it anymore.” The younger man choked on his words when the tongue pushed in deeper and fingers worked faster, rubbing mercilessly and frantic over the little button. He let out a high pitched moan. “Take me Jiyong… Ta—” When the other man paid no heed to his words, that’s when his control snap. Seungri struggled in the other’s hold over his buttocks, and when he found out that he can never outdo Jiyong strength, he screamed. “FUCK ME!” Jiyong grinned devilishly at the outburst. He flipped Seungri onto his back and pinned his arms above his head. He rubbed their bare erections together, and had to bite back a moan when the other thrust his hips upwards to meet him for a deeper caress. “My lovely pet…” He whispered before crashing his lips onto the younger man’s, stopping any sounds coming forth as he slammed into him in one hard thrust. “Hngggg—“ Seungri’s cry of pleasure and pain was swallowed as tongue fought his, licking at each other, caressing and stroking. He gripped Jiyong’s soft hair and pulled on them in his frenzy, at the same time, bringing his head closer so that he could kiss him harder. Jiyong threw the younger’s legs over his shoulders and got on his knees. He gripped the soft thighs and lifted the man so that only his upper back touched the mattress. “Hah—“ Seungri’s harsh breathing was music to his ears. He tightened his jaw as he thrust into the other over and over, grunting low and deep as the muscles around his cock gripped him so tight he almost couldn’t breathe. “Touch yourself.” Jiyong growled out, his voice— a deep vibration travelling through Seungri’s spine and spreading to every fibre in his body. He shuddered and complied, wrapping his hand tight around his own shaft and stroked in rhythm to Jiyong’s thrusts. “Ah—“ Jiyong watched as the younger man touched himself. He had never seen a more beautiful sight as the man before him, with his head thrown back, face contorted with pleasure, hair tousled and you just want to run your hands through that wild silky mess, mouth hanging open with a thin shimmering trail that starts from the corner of his mouth, was milking his own erection with his own fluid dribbling down his hands. The elder groaned and put two fingers into Seungri’s mouth—the other eagerly sucked on the digits and moaned when he tasted the saltiness of the elder’s skin. Seungri was too caught up in his own pleasure and he began thrashing his head about—nearing his climax. “H—harder—hng—I’m coming Jiyong!” “Come for me, baby.” Jiyong narrowed his eyes, perspiration beading on his forehead. “Come for me, Seungri.” “Harder Ji—hard—harder, please. You’re so good.” Seungri doesn’t exactly know what he is currently sputtering about. But he is close. Jiyong complied with the other’s command and began pounding, wild and erratic into the younger man. His own need was spiralling out of control as he watched the other’s expression. The muscles that gripped him were tight enough to break him in two. Jiyong angled the other’s hips and thrust hard. “AHH—“ Seungri saw stars as heat spilled onto his hands and sprayed over his stomach, a few drops splattered onto his face. His eyes rolled back at the ecstasy and bliss winding so tightly around his body. “Nh—“ The younger man gritted his teeth when Jiyong too found his release. Heat coated his insides, filling him and leaking out as his muscles continued milking the other’s shaft. He heard the other murmured his name, panting, and finally both men lay spent in each other’s arms. Seungri squeezed his muscles when he felt Jiyong pulling out. He moaned when he felt liquid pulled out along with Jiyong’s shaft. Jiyong gently pulled the younger man onto his chest. He turned his head slightly to kiss his temple and hugged him tighter to him. Heartbeats later, he pushed Seungri onto his back again and rested on one of his elbows, looking down at the other man. Jiyong lifted a hand and brushed back the stray hairs on his forehead. He smiled. “Seungri ah,” He caressed the cheeks faintly tinted with light pink. “Thank you.” The elder put a finger to the other’s lip before he could say anything. “Thank you for giving me this chance to love again.” He laughed lightly. “It sure feels good to be able to feel the butterflies fluttering in my stomach again.” Seungri pursed his lip so that he kissed the finger that’s still placed over his lips. “I love you Jiyong.” “… I love you too Seungri.” And that was the first night that Seungri had sighed contentedly, and slept cuddled against a warm body. He kept that smile on his face and drifted off willingly, for he knows that from now onwards, he’ll never wake up finding himself alone and feeling empty ever again. You never lose by loving. You always lose by holding back.